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L-Olfo-DI
Coeval
/M f\za+ 7J(
Pferch's lions have struck us in force. The sun has returned to make the land
fit for the lambs. The Mises have not been away during the snow and cold, but
have continued to whisper to many. I'll keep this short because there is so
much to print. This is a Coeval full of many things. Read it and share it.
* * * * *
In Remembrance
my people and others see met
Beauty?
they look, gawk, stare, frown
from within-—from without
a picturesque me?
will they see me after ray
requirement for eternity?
will they remember,
gawk,
stare,
frown
my id, my ego, my Beauty?
all,, none, one—which?
If my choice
\
confusion,
if theirs?
a request!
only Remembrance
—Tommy
by mys&if,
not alone,
shooting hundreds with a gun
with no handle,
making roads for my trucks
in the frozen dirt,
sometimes i wonder if i should
be lonely for poetry's sake,
it's hard as frozen dirt,
—J ^lcolra 71
E^es look, perhaps stare,
At me
But no one sees.
Vacant eyes roam
Through empty streets
And I
Invisible to all the
Happy eyes
Search
For lonely eyes to
Fill with
Seeing, me.
Your eyes haunt
my
lonely
soul.
Where have you gone?
—boni
The New Campus
Just enough yellow
for a healthy serial outlook
Just enough blue
for a touch of reality
Just enough strait lines
for a touch of sterility
Jfeybe just a little too perfect
for a poem
—mike mclean
Jack
Sprat
fought
a
ho
iy
war
and
lost
—mike mclean

L-Olfo-DI
Coeval
/M f\za+ 7J(
Pferch's lions have struck us in force. The sun has returned to make the land
fit for the lambs. The Mises have not been away during the snow and cold, but
have continued to whisper to many. I'll keep this short because there is so
much to print. This is a Coeval full of many things. Read it and share it.
* * * * *
In Remembrance
my people and others see met
Beauty?
they look, gawk, stare, frown
from within-—from without
a picturesque me?
will they see me after ray
requirement for eternity?
will they remember,
gawk,
stare,
frown
my id, my ego, my Beauty?
all,, none, one—which?
If my choice
\
confusion,
if theirs?
a request!
only Remembrance
—Tommy
by mys&if,
not alone,
shooting hundreds with a gun
with no handle,
making roads for my trucks
in the frozen dirt,
sometimes i wonder if i should
be lonely for poetry's sake,
it's hard as frozen dirt,
—J ^lcolra 71
E^es look, perhaps stare,
At me
But no one sees.
Vacant eyes roam
Through empty streets
And I
Invisible to all the
Happy eyes
Search
For lonely eyes to
Fill with
Seeing, me.
Your eyes haunt
my
lonely
soul.
Where have you gone?
—boni
The New Campus
Just enough yellow
for a healthy serial outlook
Just enough blue
for a touch of reality
Just enough strait lines
for a touch of sterility
Jfeybe just a little too perfect
for a poem
—mike mclean
Jack
Sprat
fought
a
ho
iy
war
and
lost
—mike mclean